Music & Lyrics: Ingrid Laterum
MY TEMPEST
I was the boy
Too easily broken
I loved them all
And wrote a thousand songs
They never read
Maybe this is all
Just exercises in style
Nothing new to say
Empty chorus lines
If this is my tempest
I want to rise before dawn
Watch winter skies bleed color
With coffee in my hands
I wrote a thousand songs
For a woman who never read them
Someday I’ll die
And the verses will disappear
I dream of the old neighborhood
Your face distorted by dreams
We always kiss in dreams
But when was the last time
We even spoke?
If this is my tempest
I want to rise before dawn
Watch winter skies bleed color
With coffee in my hands
